LOVE ME AFTER MY DEATH
A REELSHORT Original Story
There was a time when Caroline would’ve done anything for her former sweetheart, Eric Martin.
That’s why she agreed to marry him.
Six years ago, Caroline faced a dire ultimatum from Eric’s mother. Marry Eric, and Stacy—Eric’s conniving girlfriend—gets the life-saving operation she needs. Out of love, Caroline agreed, hoping that in time, she and Eric would be able to rekindle the spark they once shared.
But that hope was in vain. Since that fateful day, Eric has harbored nothing but brutal resentment for Caroline; the last six years of marriage have been a nightmare.
As their marriage descends deeper into emotional warfare, Caroline receives a shocking, tragic diagnosis of her own.
While Caroline quietly prepares for the end, an all-too-familiar face returns—with a devastating secret to reveal.
With time running out, the question remains: Will Eric finally see Stacy for who she is, or will everything fall apart before Caroline’s last breath?
EXCERPT
If I could run away from Stacy without looking like a loser, I would, wanting only to put the past behind me forever.
Slugging her would also be great for all the shit she brought into my life.
Steeled against whatever she intends to dish out, I face her, my emotions hidden behind indifference I’d show an annoying stranger.
I lift my chin and look down my nose at her. “Were you speaking to me?”
She blinks at my cold tone and question, her confidence shaken.
Score one for me.
“Uh… yeah.” Her smile wobbles, confusion in her eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you here so I said hi.” She laughs self-consciously. “Hi. Long time no see, right?”
I frown. “Do I know you?”
Another blink. Her cheeks redden. I suppose with the same embarrassment I felt around her. Eric, too, when they pawed each other or kissed in my presence.
“Yeah, we do know each other.” She clears her throat. “It’s me, Stacy.”
I don’t react.
Frowning, she speaks through her teeth. “Stacy Hill.”
I pretend to think about that then shrug. “No wonder I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed.”
“What?” Hand to her chest, she titters. “No I haven’t. I’m the same old Stacy. Looking as good as ever.”
“If you say so.”
She wrinkles her nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
God, I love yanking her chain. Despite my urge to simply lie down, I put on the act of my life. “Your hair’s thinner than I recall.” I drag my gaze down her then up. “You’ve also gained weight.”
She steps back. “The hell I have.”
“Don’t worry. Six years will do that to some women.”
Pure hatred for me flashes in her eyes. At one time her disdain would have bothered me. At this point, I couldn’t care less. To be honest, I’m waiting for her to leave.
She remains and crosses her arms over her chest… a protective gesture.
“What are you doing in this hospital?” She taps her foot, waiting for my answer.
I’d cut out my tongue before telling her anything personal. Knowing her, she’d use the information to destroy me. She’s good at turning love into hate.
“My turn for a question.” I tilt my head to one side. “Why are you back… invading this space?”
Her face pales. I’m not surprised. In the past, I was never direct. Nice worked better for me. No more.
She sizes me up as if she’s uncertain where I’m coming from. Then her gorgeous face grows ugly with her signature venom.
“Surely you can’t be that dense. You know why I’m here.”
I can guess, or be honest and tell her the truth. I prefer to play with her feelings as she did with mine.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Eric, dammit.” Fists clenched, she steps toward me. “I’m here for him. If it wasn’t for you, he and I would already be married.”
I stroke my wedding ring, proof Eric belongs to me… at least in the eyes of the state. She notices the gesture.
“If you say so, Stacy.”
She curls her upper lip. “From what I hear, Eric regrets your marriage.”
“I thought you regretted it.”
Her eyes widen, then narrow. “Pretend all you want with me, I know the truth. Eric loathes you.”
My stomach cramps. Unwilling to give her the upper hand, I fight my sorrow, offering no reaction.
Confusion flares in her eyes, then pure meanness. “Maybe he wouldn’t still hate you after all these years if you hadn’t cheated on him.”
Stunned, I gape then shake from rage.
“Are you serious? You can’t be.” I get in her space. “I never cheated on him and you damn well know it. I’m not you, Stacy. I’ll never sink as low as you.”
She laughs softly. “Does Eric know that?”
He’s clueless when it comes to her, and she’s fully aware of it.
The gloves were off before, now my claws are out.
“Have you forgotten the part about you cheating on him? I was there, Stacy. I saw what you did. Guess he doesn’t know about that, huh? Did you lie your way out of the problem?” My voice is vicious. “Wonder what he’d say if I let it slip how you whored around on him.”
“Go ahead.” Her smile couldn’t be more smug. “He’ll never believe you over me. I made sure of it.”
I’m not surprised by her comment, but something about it nags me. A matter I’ve forgotten and need to recall… or ask her about.
“How can you be so sure he’ll believe you?”
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Praise for Love Me After My Death:
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"WONDERFUL TEAR JERKER"
This one broke my heart in all the right ways. A great read.
- Carol J.
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